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At 2 a.m., two blocks from Chinatown, Sarah ended our first date by telling me that my race might be an issue.
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She had to swipe right, and I certainly had not become Asian overnight. One night of flirting could hardly undo years of assumptions she had embraced about what is desired.
I had never connected so deeply in one date as I had with her and felt thwarted by forces beyond my control. We’re made to confront our preferences and prejudices, whether they be about appearance, race, body shape, intelligence or anything else. Then, almost as quickly as she had stepped away, she turned around and, with a sly smile, planted another kiss on my lips.
Our thoughts and values mirrored each other, as did our Myers-Briggs personality types. It’s just that I’ve never really been attracted to Asian men.
Then, as we strolled to the front of her apartment building, Sarah said, “I have to tell you something.”I smiled, expecting something from one of the countless jokes we had shared that day. I think it’s because there weren’t a lot of Asians in my small Texas town.